They decided that a costume was the natural way to go.

Ann took on the task of stitching one, and did the job sew-sew.

He was captured in the 9th grade by a redhead named Skye Larke,

Who had plans for him and other folks that bordered on the dark.

She’d been diligent in studies, head cheerleader, social chief,

In the school, so she could cultivate a widely held belief

In her innocence, while planning use of perfume powered sin.

She decided he’d be great for lunch, and planned to gulp him in.

He restored his size and got away, and learned her home address,

For advantage, when he’d later need to clean up Skye Larke’s mess.

Then the TV network felt he’d need a sidekick to kickstart

Sydney’s TV industry, and looked for who would play the part.

Then they settled on a casting trip to Sydney’s Romper Zoo,

And his animal assistant was a well trained kangaroo.

Bryce and Ann rejected such a thought and so the show was canned.

They looked forward to a future time when censorship was banned.

But to get Bryce there, still young, she had to then suspend his age,

While he slept. She set things for the year 2000 on the guage.

But in 1995, he was awoken by a lass,

Who became his lucky girlfriend, while Skye Larke had turned out crass.

She was now Red Moll the crime boss, leaving Bryce and aging Ann

With a job of bringing Red Moll down, as only heroes can.

They fought Puppy Master too, the Likeness Monster, Albert Ross,

And Mort Guage and Clarence Nette, before the villains took a loss.

“It’s a poetry account of everything I did from 1965 to 1995,” said Bryce, thumbing through subsequent pages, “I didn’t authorize the publication of this in any form. I didn’t even reveal much of it to the public.”

“Look on the bottom of page one for publication details, or on the back cover,” said Jacoby.

“Hmm… It says Rhymescribe House…. Seems to be a one man show. At least there’s an address. We’d better go and find whoever it is. Do you think the Cycle’s up to it, or should we take the train?”

“The Cycle’s alright. Let’s just get behind a tree before we shrink down and board it though,” said Jacoby.

When the Slipper Cycle landed on the windowsill of Rhymescribe House’s office, a writer looked up from his desk and saw two tiny men grow to full size and step onto his office floor.

“That costume!” said the writer, “Does this mean that someone’s acquired the powers to bring my Captain Miniature character to life?”

“YOUR CREATION?” said Captain Miniature, “I was given my powers by the scientific efforts of Dr Ann O’Malley, as your first chapter about me documents quite succinctly. I don’t know how you got your information, and I admire your artistic skills, but you had no right using my life for your latest effort. I presume you’re Rhymescribe.”